I starred at the horizon as I walked home from work. To anyone else it would look like I was starring at the sunset, but in reality I was looking for someone. A certain ex-pirate who I hadn't seen in 3 years. I sighed when I reached my home in the woods at the edge of town. I headed to the hot springs in the back and never once did my mind wonder from the ex-pirate. As I closed my eyes, I thought back to all the times we fought. We drove poor Jin insane. I laughed at that but that quickly ended. I saw Jin last week, he said that after he went to go get Shino, he'd return here. I smiled at that. I had dearly missed my older brother figure. Ever since we spilt I wound up getting almost kidnapped more times then I can remember. I opened my eyes and starred at the night sky. I wondered if he ever thought of me, the ex-pirate named Mugen. I snorted when I thought that, since when would he think of me? All he thought of me was a girl with nothing going for her. Getting out of the hot springs I headed inside and laid down on my mat.
Giving one last glance at the stars I fell asleep.
Mugen's POV
My feet led me down the path before me. I looked around and noticed where I was going. It was one of the paths me, Fish Face, and the brat took when we were looking for that smelly samurai. No matter what I did, their memory stayed with me. I grunted when I thought of the two. I didn't need them, I never did. I kept walking, trying to will myself to turn around, but I couldn't. "Damn it, what the fuck's wrong with me?" I grumbled to myself. I stopped when I heard rustling from behind me. Spinning around and clashing swords with the men who were following me, I grinned. I fought the man until he fell to the ground. I was injured as well. Trying to stand, I lifted myself off the ground, only to fall back down again.
Fuu's pov
I heard swords clashing in the woods and I sat up. Grabbing my Tanto, I ran outside and hid in the bushes. When I got to the fight, it was over. Four men were laying on the ground, but one looked oddly familiar. I brushed that thought off and picked up the familiar one, bringing him back to my home. When we reached my home, I heard the man grumble. "Fuu…" he said before passing out. My eyes widened when I heard that and a new determination rush through my body. Placing him down on the mat, I grabbed cloth and water, then proceeded to was his wounds. Only when I went to clean his face, did realization sank in. The blue-green earrings, the blue prison bands, the steel lined getas, the shorts, the shirt, the haori, the black unruly hair, and the unkempt appearance could only belong to one person. "Mugen" I whispered breathlessly.